The Right Direction by Kathy Coopmans

Author:Kathy Coopmans [Coopmans, Kathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 12

Joslyn

It’s been a couple of days of non-stop work and an unfocused mind since I last saw Roman. My bruises are healing on the outside, and thanks to makeup they are barely visible anymore. On the inside of my worn-down body, it’s a whole other story.

Roman believes it’s Gwen and someone else behind what happened. I can’t for the life of me fathom how a person could be so evil. If this is true, then everyone involved needs help, and I’ll gladly give it to them by making sure they go to jail. I’m sure that would hurt her more than anything else. God, I hate her.

I've often prided myself in ignoring my internal aches and pains created by the hand life dealt me and just carrying on regardless. It’s an impossible task to do anymore. It possesses me, rules every thought, controls every action, and it’s affecting me in an unthinkable way I’m not comfortable with at all.

A part of me wants to find out what she’s up to, while the other part knows to leave it in Roman’s hands, to let him figure it out while I fight with my own personal issue of trying to find my brother. Several more days lost of possibly building a relationship with him. I could have tried to find him after I began to heal back then, but every time I started, I lost my nerve. I had no idea where he was or if he’d heard about me, and I sure wasn’t able to travel to see him. I was a mess. Hurting and in pain. Both my heart and my body.

I fiddle with the papers as I sit at my desk in my office, admiring the sky. It’s stunningly beautiful. It’s an endless picture where at times it turns an uncontaminated, uninterrupted lightest of blue that stretches seamlessly beyond our wildest imagination, yet at others, it’s dark and gray. Cloudy, hazy, and matching the thoughts roaming through my mind.

When the sun rises with its bright pinks and oranges bleeding into each other, we all wake to pray for another clear day. When it storms, the demanding brightness of lightning lights the low heavy, darkened clouds that are cascading angrily overhead in an attempt to bring you down, and then darkness falls. The moon and the stars are hidden behind the clouds, giving off no light, no guidance, not a damn thing to help you register through the recognition that you’ve somehow managed to make it through another day.

Days used to bleed together for me just like the colors of the sky. I woke, got ready for work, weaved my way through the crazy LA traffic, and busted my ass to prove I wasn’t just a woman in a fancy suit and my brains were actually in my head and not attached to my breast or between my legs. This high-powered job in a city like Los Angeles isn’t an easy task for a woman who wants to climb to the top unless she shows her grit and determination to match the best.

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